Today I had my siesta with Scarlett Johansson.
Unfortunately, it’s not that I pulled big time – she was only on my mp3 player. I was listening to her new album of Tom Waits covers .
Tom Waits, it goes without saying, has one of the most distinctive voices in rock. Scarlett, it has to be said, has one of the least distinctive.
Immediately we encounter the crux of the problem with this record.
Obviously it would be ridiculous to expect her to try to emulate Wait’s singing style – she’s only 23 and she’d have to have smoked around 50 cigarettes a day from the age of 5 to get even half way towards her gravel-voiced hero. Continue reading
